#( oliver 001 )

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jace & @oliverxsutton

WHERE: Evolution

WHEN: New Year's Eve (December 31, 2024)

Most of the time, Jason found himself skipping events like this. The noise, the lights, it could all be a bit much. But it was New Year's Eve, and he knew that his family would be there, as well as all of his friends, which meant that he had dressed up and headed out to Evolution, ate the food, had a couple of drinks... and he was finally feeling limber enough to hit up the game room. "Do you play?" he asked the person next to him, not sure if they had met yet, but holding out a dart with a small smile. "I'll let you have first throw."

[joshlane]

WHO: Josh & @oliverxsutton

WHERE: Holiday Market

WHEN: December, 2024

"The million dollar question at an event like this..." Josh began, looking from the menu board at the drink stand and then over to the person next to him with a grin, "egg nog, or no?" Sure, there were a thousand different food items and drinks that people could fight over in terms of what they did and did not like, but that egg not... that seemed to be what really divided people. "I feel like you either love it, or you gag at the thought of it."

[lenavaz]

"Bowls are handy, though!" Elena looked over at him with a wide grin, "you can put all sorts of things in there. I've made a lot of bowls that end up sitting on my tables and holding doo-dads and knick-knacks and things that didn't have a home until then, so you know, it's useful!" And if nothing else, he could take a little pride in the fact that he had made it himself, and laugh about it when friends came over and asked him about what it was and who had made it. "I made a vase!" She held it up to show him with a bright smile. "I figure there's so many flower displays right now, I keep buying bouquets to brighten up my house, it'd be nice to have a holiday vase to put them in."

Oliver was very much not an artist, but he enjoyed art. He could appreciate art. So when he decided to go to The Wheel for a session of pottery, it was part of his goal of trying something new. He was pretty sure he had a bit of clay in his hair and his pants were splattered as well. He cracked his knuckles as he waited for his piece to be placed in the kiln and to be ready to be painted. “Ahh, I went simple. A bowl. A bit lopsided, perhaps, but a bowl nonetheless,” he chuckled. “What about you?”

[romanrhodes]

where: Kinsellas Vineyard with: Oliver Erickson ( @olivererickson )

Roman was sure he'd been stood up by the Erickson's. He'd come to the vineyard to discuss grapes, interested in what they did with the grapes they didn't want, maybe they would be open to discussing selling them for distilling... Perhaps he had been too naive, coming to them with no business plan. He couldn't speak to Julian but... he felt guilty.

Not that any of it mattered. It was clear he'd turned up on time, and now they were forty minutes late. With a sigh, he picked himself up and headed for the door. He should've made more of an effort to get the wine tour in May. This was probably for the best... the timing wasn't great. Roman just got the idea in his head and wanted to go full steam ahead.

"Oh, shit." Roman stepped back as he turned the corner and nearly ran into someone. "My bad, I was miles away."

[scvntillas]

who: maren & oliver @brazyspirit where: jasper & oliver's apartment

maren  had  been  to  jasper's  apartment  a  few  times  (  every  time  a  happy  feeling  bloomed  in  her  chest  when  she  saw  what  a  home  they'd  made  for  themself  )  and  one  of  those  times  she  had  been  introduced  to  his  roommate.  oliver  reminded  her  a  bit  of  her  brother  and  he  was  a  faintly  familiar  image.  like  what  jasper  might've  been  if  their  father  hadn't  been  hellbent  on  ruining  it  all.  the  ghost  was  precious  and  maren  felt  absolutely  taken  with  them. she'd  taken  a  chance  by  stopping  by  the  apartment  unannounced  ,  but  she  had  some  food  and  pastries  from  the  diner  that  she  thought  might  be  appreciated.  a  gentle  knock  was  placed  upon  the  door  ,  and  when  it  swung  open  she  shook  her  head  fondly.  "i  thought  teachers  were  supposed  to  be  swimming  in  overtime ?  every  time  i  come  over  you're  always  here."  she  took  a  step  inside,  waving  the  paper  bag  back  and  forth  "is  jasper  home  ?"

[freshthoughts2020]

[evangeline-huntington]

Ollie never treated her as anything but exactly as she was - not one of the mates, not a bossy older sister, not even a friend, for even friendships between men and women were looked at with a queer eye, especially in this case, where a man was notably spoken for. At least, in public, he would soon be. The rocks and ladders he and Juliet climbed simply to be with each other, not just arm in arm or skin to skin, but to belong to one another. To say she was astounded would have been an insult to the fervor of Ollie's heart, and she knew him better than that. It was entirely in keeping with his character. That was how she knew he would be a wonderful, nay, idyllic father: because he was capable of moving mountains, and only ever did so from his heart. For Ollie, there seemed to be no other way. And so Evie had certainty.

And that's what made it so easy for her to be ludicrously happy for them. Certainty made things simple, loving them made things easy. She would not deny the occasional flinch - the feeling of being on the sidelines, playing the sport in a different way, but at least on the same team. Her mouth crinkled up in a smile that resisted the compliment, but she knocked her head onto his shoulder in a way that acknowledged it graciously. "Aye, 'course you wouldn't, you slag," she murmured, "I taught you everything you know about ladies. Wooing and otherwise." She laughed at his insistence, which was once again punctuated by a poke of her nose. "Oliver, that's disgusting," she teased him back, "of course it was more than one night, have you seen her? I'm surprised it took you this long, bloody hell. It's almost insulting!"

He reached out to wipe her tears away and she all but shook him off, swatting his hands away, locked up. Guarded. "I am fine."

In an instant, he had her laughing again, and she jokingly reeled back, poised for another whack. "That's right, you take it back. Perhaps if you had asked nicely, I could have told you even more. My paintings will hang in the great halls of galleries and museums one day, and that is how you will be forced to confront them. And you'll say, 'I remember when Lady Evangeline was just a modest, old confectioner's daughter,' and everyone will laugh, because it will be so far and away, you will sound ridiculous."

And like the good brother he was, he scooped her in his arms (must've been paying attention during ice cream lessons), and she rested against him like she had a thousand times before, arms tucked to her chest to make herself even smaller, disappear further into his embrace. She dropped into a sigh, one that escaped before she had a chance to reel it in, her thoughtful gaze toward the floor. "I think," she said, voice catching on the hook of her emotions, "the window might be closing on daydreaming, Ollie." But he said they didn't have to think about it now, and so she nodded, folding up the thoughts and packing them away in the corner of her mind. "We can talk about you some more - and the baby." She turned her head to look up at him. "Mum said she'd be happy to have you both here for dinners more often. And I've been curiously plodding through some books on midwifery, just for fun. Have you settled on any names? Evie's a great one, just a thought."

while evie wasn't his blood, she might as well have been. and if the time would ever come where she needed his blood, he'd give it in a heartbeat. evie was the sun, the one who him together. and he would protect her, love her, and make her giggle until his dying breath. "oh, you sicken me," oliver erupted in a boisterous belly laugh as evie licked the ice cream, clearly tickled by her actions. the laugh only continued to ring out through the shop as he noticed chocolate ice cream all over her face and he buckled over as he tried to catch his breath — a hand over his tummy that was aching delightfully from amusement ( and perhaps too much ice cream ). reaching over, he wiped evie's nose and cheeks clean, gently pinching a cheek after he finished, "quite the lady, aren't 'ya?"

as their hands intertwined, a peace swept over oliver and stilled his pounding heart. for as much chaos as the two caused, they were always able to ease one another in the blink of an eye. "thank you, evie. truly. i wouldn't be the man i am without your help," he spoke in earnest. a blush swept across his cheeks at her mention of a night of passion shared with juliet, but her words resonated in his chest and he moved to sit up tall, "i can scarce argue with you on that." evie was right, juliet was the one who was suffering from oliver's choices — she didn't deserve to do the work alone and he needed to be there for her and be strong for her. if he continued feeling sorry for himself, feeling unworthy, then he was taking away from being fully present for juliet. "it was more than just one night of passion, i'll have you know," he teased, poking evie's nose.

to have evie in his and juliet's corner was to have the world in their corner — her support, her loyalty, and her love far outweighed any unkind words, scornful looks, or harsh judgement they faced. when juliet had first fallen pregnant, oliver felt ashamed and guilty that he'd brought her into a life of ruin and he feared what the huntington's would think of him — impregnating a noble woman outside of wedlock — but they'd been nothing but joyful about the news. and oliver truly felt that he and juliet had their chosen family in the huntington's. he knew that their child's future would be spent alongside evie and her family and their child would know the great love that came from the huntington's hearts. and that was far greater than any amount of wealth.

when he noticed tears in her eyes and her hand on her belly, his heart sunk. he hoped he hadn't said the wrong words — oliver reached over to wipe them away, whilst whispering, "you're going to be just fine, evie."

oliver was so tickled ( and feeling so triumphant ) by evie's reaction that he was kicking his feet on the floor, the laughter taking over his entire body. "owww," he whined playfully, touching the back of his head as if she'd wounded him — she hadn't — and he deserved that swat. "forgive me for wanting to see you fall in love," he crossed his arms over his chest, still laughing. his eyes grew wide and he shook his head, "i take it back, i take it back." oliver gave her the most pitiful look, "please let me see your masterpieces? i promise never to say another word about you falling in love."

as her expression fell, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "it can happen," he promised, pressing a loving kiss to the top of her head. oliver hated the patriarchal expectations of society and how they tore women down, strong women — women like juliet and evie. "we can daydream about finding another way," oliver whispered, "we don't have to worry about the future right now."

[whcnyouwish]

"come here, dumbass," marcus said, wrapping an arm around oliver's shoulders, "you got so lucky today, you know that? that move you pulled could have cost us the whole game if you didn't play it right," he continued. his words were slightly slurred as they celebrated at the after-party. he was still moving to the music slightly as he spoke to him, "where did you come up with that?"

@blcachers

[blushdrunks]

"what? why are you just standing there?" / @sickhearted

[mayanoelle]

closed starter for @olivcrashford who: maya jackson and oliver ashford where: latte love, just before closing time

It was almost closing time and the soft glow of the evening sun cast a golden hue over Latte Love. Maya loved the way the light filtered through the large windows and just made the entire café feel magical. The café was quiet, with most of the customers having left for the day. The only person remaining was Oliver, who sat by the window, absorbed in his latest sketch. Maya glanced at the clock, and then over at Oliver, a smile tugging at her lips. She’d gotten used to his presence during these late hours and welcomed the company. She wiped down the counter one last time before grabbing a plate with a fresh cranberry orange scone. She walked over to Oliver’s table and set the plate down in front of him. “Hey Oliver. I have a new pastry I’m testing out. Thought you might want to be my new guinea pig?” she said with a playful smile. “Sketch anything good today?”

[owenryder]

"I mostly work in abstract art," although Ryder had studied all sorts of art forms, learned how to do a little bit of everything, he loved making pieces that could be interpreted a million different ways, that could mean different things to different people. And he tried to show that off to the rest of the world, put it out there for them to enjoy. "Yeah," he laughed, nodding his head, "it would be something different, anyway -- and sometimes that's what you want when you want a dessert, right? Something a little bit different?" At least that was what Ryder wanted. Food that made him excited to eat it. "Chocolate churros do sound delicious."

“I agree!” Oliver nodded. It wasn’t very surprising, though. A small town probably had a bigger ratio of talented people. He had seen it so far. There would be more that would surprise him, he was sure. “I think I remember that,” he said pointedly. He had seen a few colorful paintings and other pieces of art that stood out. He’d probably go back to pick up a few more. With this new chapter in his life, new art would be a nice change. He laughed softly. “Okay, fair enough,” he grinned a bit. “I can see that for dessert, though. If we’re talking cream cheese. Kind of like a strawberry shortcake but… flat?” Oliver laughed again. “I’m sure it exists somehow. If those chocolate churro things can be super popular, I’m sure this one would be too.”

[seaspraycd]

ronan  harris  hadn't  taken  himself  into  the  public  to  practice  his  powers  ever.  his  surveying  and  reporting  was  always  done  in  a  secluded  area  or  in  the  midst  of  night,  measuring  and  analyzing  how  much  stronger  his  abilities  grew  or  how  much  he  can  handle  before  becoming  fatigued.

  this  time,  the  man  decided  to  finally  show  his  face  to  the  training  pit  in  his  workout  clothes,  a  two-toned  compressed  shirt  hugging  his  frame  with  joggers  that  hardly  kept  anything  to  the  imagination.

  he  knew  he  could  always  manipulate  it  but  instead,  ronan  focused  on  the  nearby  flowers  as  he  attempted  to  pluck  the  petals  of  its  contents  attempting  to  summon  the  liquid  to  his  fingertips.

  at  a  pinch,  he  needed  to  be  able  to  use  anything  available  to  succeed.

[ @child-of-demeter ]

[wolftracked]

@mountaintracked

elias  was  not  in  a  good  place  right  now  -  or  maybe  he  hadn't  been  in  a  long....  long  time.  he  left  the  safety  of  his  home  &  family  for  new  haven  to  find  a  better  life  for  someone  like  him  &  to  ensure  they  weren't  in  danger  because  of  him,  but  everything  he  found  in  new  haven  was  anguish  &  sorrow,  pain  &  rejection.  he  found  a  new  life  he  was  meant  to  be  part  of,  but  it  kicked  him  to  the  curb  any  chance  it  got.

he  lost  his  heart  to  a  homicidal  maniac,  he  endured....  &  endured,  gave  it  his  all,  gave  everything  he  had  to  this  town  &  his  relationship,  but  what  did  that  get  him?  nothing.  just...  pain.  he  might've  escaped  trenton's  grasp,  maybe  this  mother  nature  he  always  mentioned  had  taken  trenton  from  him  for  a  reason  -  had  brought  him  back  into  his  time  so  that  elias  could  find  peace,  but  he  wasn't  sure  if  he  even  could  &  he  hated  that  he  couldn't  think  of  anything  else  right  now,  stuck  in  this  damn  hospital  bed  with  nowhere  else  to  go,  nobody  to  turn  to.  with  both  trenton  &  patrick  gone,  elias  was  truly  alone.

he  thought  about  going  home  a  lot,  but  was  he  willing  to  put  the  people  he  loved  at  risk  for  a  chance  at  happiness?  nah.  he  also  thought  about  how  it  was  possible  that  his  ac  was  malfunctioning  -  when  ...  it  was  hot  out,  but  he  wasn't  moving  much,  so  ...  yeah.  but  most  of  all  did  he  wonder  why  the  fuck  trenton  was  back.  words  lost  even  when  the  other  greeted  him  tools  in  a  bag  he  brought  with  him,  elias  ...couldn't.  weakened,  in  pain,  a  little  dizzy  from  the  meds  &  horrified  of  the  consequences  of  his  kidnapping,  he  just  ..

couldn't.

"what  ....what  are  you  doing  here?....  h-how?"

[bradleymorrisx]

"I know I'm usually the bad influence with other things, but never thought I'd be one about pets," he laughed and shook his head. "I say go for it. There's no love like a dogs love, trust me."

Ollie nodded and smiled as he listened to the other. He chuckled, "Now I want a pet so very badly honestly," he spoke chuckle escaping his lips. "Honestly, I am currently on a sabbatical and also thinking of being a part time professor. Trying the whole break and relaxing thing."

[fatefcked]

you keep sweet talkin' me like that and ‘m gonna start thinkin' you’s after somethin.'

@nexvsvorti

[sweatforged]

@child-of-demeter

he'd  been  around  the  training  grounds  for  quite  some  time  now,  had  done  his  own  fair  share  of  training  &  figuring  out  just  what  exactly  he  was  capable  of  now.  he  assumed  it  would  take  him  a  while,  although  from  what  he  heard  -  given  the  origin  of  his  power,  he  thought  that  compared  to  many  others  here,  he  might  find  himself  with  an  advantage.  god  of  strength.  silas  already  knew  to  throw  punches,  though  so  far  he'd  done  that  on  a  whole  different  level.  so  maybe  he  was  being  irrationally  confident  &  after  his  initiation  had  gone  the  way  it  did,  he  should  find  himself  to  be  more  humble,  but  he  didn't  exactly  have  the  time  for  that,  did  he? 

  but  it  wasn't  all  about  himself,  he  had  yet  to  ..  truly  understand  that.  so  used  to  focusing  on  himself  &  a  select  few  others,  he  never  thought  he'd  find  himself  in  a  pool  of  fighters  who  all  seemed  to  still  struggle  finding  out  who  they  wanted  to  be.  one  fight  caught  his  attention  ..more  than  the  others,  but  he  wasn't  interested  in  the  winner  in  the  slightest. 

  he'd  watched  the  second  half  of  it,  but  didn't  think  it  the  right  time  to  approach  right  after,  so  he  waited  to  see  him  at  the  training  grounds  again  &  when  he  did,  silas  made  his  move. 

  "saw  you  fight  the  other  day.  you  got  fire  in  ya.  that's  gonna  get  ya  further  than  any  gifted  power  can."  because  skill  could  be  earned,  but  the  will  to  keep  fighting  through  pain?  nah.  worth  more  than  anything  in  any  man.  "name's  silas."  gruff  voice,  low  rasp  in  his  throat,  but  he  meant  no  harm.  for  once.